Horns & Milk bar - Happy Holidays 2024

The dim heat and twinkling lights of the Horns & Milk bar-restaurant bathed the room in a festive atmosphere. Sitting comfortably in your red chair, a drink in your hand, you savored the end of the festivities. That evening, Dorgar, the minotaur owner, was conspicuous by his absence, leaving his establishment in the hands of one of his employees, the minotaur Grimnor. The evening seemed to be going smoothly until an unexpected event caught everyone's attention.

"What is this thing?" a voice called out, full of expectation.

"Fuck, it's big! What's in there?" another exclaimed, accompanied by nervous laughter.

The entire room seemed captivated, and suddenly, the bag began to move. Murmurs of excitement and surprise filled the room.

"Damn, it's alive!"

The bag opened abruptly, and what emerged drew gasps of surprise from the assembly. There, in front of everyone, the Lykaon, Rowan, stood, revealing a silhouette as impressive as it was unexpected. His dense, silky fur caught the light, highlighting his wild features and bulging muscles. But what caught everyone's attention was his attire, or rather his lack of attire. You had never seen Rowan smile so much, it must be said that he is in charge of security of GreenWood...

A strategically tied red ribbon covered his private parts, but not enough to hide the imposing bump that hinted at much more than a simple Christmas present. A fitted leather harness highlighted his broad and powerful torso, while a collar encircled his neck pulled by a leash stretched in his hand. To complete this sensual vision, a red and white Santa hat rested slightly tilted on his head, adding a mischievous touch to his already electrifying appearance.

The Lykaon looked around the room, his blue eyes shining with a mischievous and seductive glow. His tail gently beat the air behind him, and a smirk played on his face, as if he was savoring the effect he was having on the assembly.

"Is... is this a gift?" someone whispered, their voice tinged with excitement.

The Lykaon, unwrapped, took a few steps forward, his posture confident and almost feline. The collar he wore, and although devoid of a label, the message seemed clear: this gift was ready to be "unwrapped".

His gaze then fixed on you, as if he had identified its recipient. He approached slowly, his movements filled with a disconcerting sensuality. A few steps from your table, he stopped, tilted his head slightly, and his smile widened, revealing his pointed teeth

The atmosphere had become heavy, charged with an indefinable tension. You felt the looks of the other customers, curious, envious perhaps, but everything seemed to disappear before this magnetic presence.

"So? Are you going to unwrap it or do we do it for you?" exclaims Jonathan, who, held back by his orc Boruk, seems ready to pounce on Rowan.

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This work will be available in the December package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of December.